The sphere floated in the air, bobbing slightly. Lajos set his crystal tipped arrow and drew.
Beneath the sphere, Eberardo crouched. He held his spear, also tipped with crystal. When Lajos whistled the signal he tensed, ready.
Lajos’ arrow found the narrow gap with perfect precision. Electricity flashed and popped and the sphere dove toward the ground. It glowed with an angry light. Eberardo found the wide crack Lajos had made and thrust. He released the spear and hurled himself away.
The explosion shook Lajos’ teeth. He held his breath until he heard Eberardo laugh and then he laughed, too.